My response to Carpe Diem #935 Cicada – riddle melting icicle suspended from a pine branch drips into puddles ebbs and flows as a river thunders as an ocean wave © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Day: March 11, 2016
The penultimate stave of The Wild Swans
Stave 8 Startled by an echo in the mountains, Barking dogs, hunting horns and guns, Elisa ran inside the cave and tied the nettles she had spun Into a bundle, upon which she sat down. The hunting hounds had sniffed her out, Leaping and barking all about. They were joined by hunters in a ring, […]
Medusa’s Lament
My response to dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar – Bouts-Rimés Revisted This week Gayle’s challenge is to write a poem using the given end-rhymes. She has chosen: stay, sits, play, wits, fits, comedy, flits, tragedy, eye, smart, cry, heart, moan, stone, and we have to use the words in the given order. It’s the last […]
Cold Tea at the Tate Modern
I saw Jane Dougherty’s post and had to join in with Sonya’s Three Line Tales! Her Earl Grey was tepid and the view of St Paul’s left her cold. Why was she waiting here? What couldn’t wait to be told? ‘Hello, Mum,’ he said. ‘Because of this exhibition all my other paintings have been […]
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